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dissection
dissection come brother and feel this pulse rhyming with the flowing red. its presence is evidence that i have a heart like yours. reach closer now and feel me breathe: this chest heaves with the warmth of the sunshine in … Continue reading
Posted in poetry, politics
Tagged change, chemistry, death, differences, dissection, energy, flow, flux, identity, imagination, life, sameness, separation, similarities, unity
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the falling ( a love story)
the falling (a love story) he feels she likes him she feels he likes her past iambic convos their arms brush electric as armrest fades to clouds this must be love astir floating from their bosoms flutterbies of light and … Continue reading
Posted in nature, poetry
Tagged breathe, Dark Sky Island, Enya, falling, flight, flutterbies, gravity, iamb, life, light, love, music, passages, passengers, Roma Ryan, sea, The Humming, waves
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this is water
this is water this is water we must learn to love while it embraces us beneath our skins and with our best to keep it pure lest we forget to swim and drown in sins.
Babel Rising: 5 – In the evening
5 – In the evening In the evening, Salm fixed his room more tidy than usual, combed his hair longer in the mirror and was more particular with the choice of the pajama he put on, before he sat at … Continue reading
Posted in babel rising - a short story, fiction writing, information technology, science & technology, short story
Tagged AI, artificial intelligence, babel rising, blob, bugs and bytes, communicator, conciliation, database, deep learning, existence, fake persona, fiction, hackers, handshaking, Internet of Things, James Coburn, life, movies, netabase, network, Oopps Factor, Qualia, trolls, UniForce, videocon, viral missiles
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windows are made for breathing
windows are made for breathing even when they’re closed they get more respect than doors that divide when shut or disquiet when open
Posted in haiku, mixed media, nature, photography, poetry
Tagged breathing, doors, eggs, haiku, hatchlings, ledges, life, nesting, pigeons, poetry, tanka, video, windows
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the lives words live
a handful of words conjures imagination stirs a world to life. © SSJ 2017 Author’s Note: Peculiar 5-7-5s And Other Imaginings A haiku or a senryu, or less formally, a poem with a 5-7-5 syllabic construct, while being thrifty with … Continue reading
Posted in about me, book, haiku, poetry
Tagged 5-7-5, announcement, book, collaboration, creativity, elements, goegel, imagination, imaginings, in progress, life, twitter, words
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A Red Rattle Toy
A red rattle toy, my mother’s gift Rattles violently, bloodshakes my young head. I could not hold it upright, Too small my hands, too finite With ten fingers in vain may clutch A furiously spinning axis: The toy rattles, cradles … Continue reading
Posted in collection: untitled (1976), poetry
Tagged axis, cradle, earth, entropy, FOCUS Philippines, innocence, life, mother, rattle toy, revolution, satellite, spinning, symphony, untitled collection, vibrations, violence
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rustles of bamboo leaves one fine afternoon (a collection)
‘Rustles of bamboo leaves one fine afternoon’ is not exactly a new collection, though this is the first time that it is being posted for general reading. Written on a bright and breezy March afternoon, in six short parts, shelved … Continue reading
We are no Methuselahs
We are no Methuselahs To waste our time wasting time. Life is republican and death A silent democrat.
Posted in collection: looking back into ten years, poetry
Tagged aging, death, democrat, Focus Philippines Magazine, growing, life, methuselah, poetry, republican
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